#prissyparasol

[edrunoch]

((I owe replies to several people. I will get on that soon, I promise you.))

[myrmxdon]

"You're all mine, Lover!"

"M-Maribelle! What in the name of Naga-AH!" Lon’qu did not even have time to struggle as the petite woman knocked him on his back. For such a small woman she had some strength to her. He fidgeted but could not fight for fear of hurting her. The blood drained from his face when he realized that she was tying him up to her bed. What would anyone think if they came in? He had just been in there to help get over his fear, now he had no idea what was going on.

"What are you doing?! Are you mad?!" Lon’qu pulled against the restraints, she knew how to tie a knot he would give her that. The myrmidon stared up at the blond woman with fear in his eyes.

"If this is part of my training, I think you have gone a little too far."

[ofylisse-blog]

"You're so cute when you're flustered."

Hit On My Muse!

        ——  ❛ WHA-- I-- Lady Maribelle!. ❜

        His words are cut short as another blow comes sailing his way. It takes all         his effort to tear his attention back to the battle at hand, swinging Falchion        over his head just in time to stop the attack from connecting with him. One        enemy down, and he's fending off another, calling back to the woman sitting        upon her mount to his rear, spinning her staff between her hands as though        she hadn't a care in the world.

        ❛ While I -- appreciate the sentiment -- is it really... really appropriate to         say such things when I am flustered because we are in the middle of battle?? ❜

[exaltchrxm]

"You look a little lost, can I be of assistance?"

"--!"

He was spotted? This was troubleome. Chrom looked like he was lost because he was looking for somewhere to hide the broken equptent that he had damaged before Fredrick had found it. Looking at Mirabelle as she asked that question, Chrom decided to tell her, hoping that Fredrick wouldn't find out.

"I'm... just hiding things..."

[isofgregor]

A lesson in manners (Gregor and Maribelle)

Gregor woke up hungry this morning.  He usually felt a bit peckish after a good rest, but the way he felt today was nothing like that.  He had eaten supper fairly early the previous night and had gotten in quite a bit of training too, so when he woke up with an empty belly, he realized that there was only one thing to do! After changing into his everyday attire, the old sell sword left his own private tent to travel to the mess tent.

Usually, Gregor didn't have a full breakfast.  The mercenary life was often one spent on the go, so the opportunity to sit down and actually enjoy the most important meal of the day was very rare. But since the war was over and he was still staying at the shepherd's camp, Gregor decided to take a little time out of his schedule to have a full morning meal. He entered the mess tent and was greeted by a few other early risers.  He acknowledged them in a groggy manner and made his way over to the serving station.  The cooks were dishing out porridge today, and although it wasn't his favorite, Gregor still considered this to be better than an empty stomach.  He took two bowls, one in each hand, and made his way over to an empty table. When he sat down he placed the bowls in front of him and was ready to eat. But much to his dismay, he realized that he had forgotten to grab a spoon!  

For a brief moment, Gregor considered getting up from his seat, walking all the way across the mess tent, grabbing a spoon, and walking all the way back. But after a bit of thought, he realized that this act would be a waste of vital energy. So instead, he improvised.  Pouring one bowl of porridge into the other, he was able to make a giant sized serving for himself.  And not one to be held up on a spoon dilemma, he picked up the overflowing bowl of porridge and began drinking straight from it.  It was warm and rather tasty, Gregor enjoyed it quite a bit!  But as he set his bowl down and wiped his lips with the back of his hand, he noticed Maribelle standing not to far away from his table, giving him a glare as cold as ice.  He knew that he was in for a lecture.   

[silverhairedstrategist-blog]

"Hey there" ((HAHAHA IDK))

♖ ≻ █ Maribelle?❞

┌Needless to say, Robin was rather surprised when Maribelle kissed him. Last he heard, she was in a relationship with Lon'qu. Lon'qu as in the one man he was scared of, and would probably chop into little tactician pieces.┘

❝W-What was that for?❞

[exaltchrxm]

"Watch out!"

Chrom had noticed the threat that the other had attracted, giving him all the more reason to jump into action right away. His hand reached out to the girl as he ran towards her, attempting to reach to grab for her hand arm, anything to save her. He just hoped that he had actually hear him, so that she could escape herself without getting hurt.

[lucenthealer-blog]

Dealing With The Aftermath

Lissa woke up tired. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night. Something went on in the room next to hers, and when she went to check, the door was locked. It was like... clanging. It sounded like things were falling. Or people were jumping on the bed. Lissa had a long day yesterday, and didn't want to dedicate any more brain power to try and figure it out. She just put a pillow over her head and buried herself in blankets. But it didn't stop for what felt like the whole night.

But wait, wasn't Maribelle next door? If she wasn't, she could at least sympathize with Lissa. Luckily, she was meeting her for tea this morning, so she could ask if she knew anything. Tea time was the only reason she was awake right now, and she was already a little bit late. She groggily made her way to her closet and slipped into a comfortable dress, and tied her hair up messily. It would do, though Maribelle might yell at her to fix it up accompanied with 'it's not very becoming' or something similar. 

Her boots were barely on by the time she hopped out her room, and she jogged down the long, elaborately decorated hallways to their favorite meeting spot. Maribelle was already there, joined by Lon'qu for some reason. Lissa eyed him skeptically, but decided not to question it then. She plopped down onto a stool at the table.

"Sorry I'm late. I was up almost all night yesterday!" She sighed heavily, then smoothed out her dress as she adjusted herself on the seat. "How are you this morning, Maribelle? ...And... Lon'qu...?"